Capo 2nd fret
Chorus
Oh I
[D]wish I was a
[Em7]punk rocker with f
[G]lowers in my
[D]hair
In 77 and
[D]69 revol
[G]ution was in the
[Asus4]air
I was
[D]born too
[Em7]late to a
[Bm]world that doesnt
[G]care
Oh I
[D]wish I was a
[Em7]punk rocker with f
[G]lowers in my
[D]hair
[D]When the head of state didnt play guitar,
Not
[Em7]everybody drove a car,
When
[A]music really mattered and
[Em7]radio was
[D]king,
[D]When accountants didnt have control
And the
[Em7]media couldnt buy your soul
And com
[A]puters were still scary and we
[Em7]didnt know everyt
[D]hing
Chorus
When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God saved the
Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teen
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in
touch was a letter in the mail
Chorus
When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super-info highway
was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long
hair and dirt across their face
Chorus
I was
[D]born too
[Em7]late to a
[Bm]world that doesnt
[G]care
Oh I
[D]wish I was a
[Em7]punk rocker with f
[G]lowers in my
[D]hair
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